This illustration started out quite a few years ago. With my love of dragons and unicorns blossoming at a young age, they hold a special place in my heart.
It first started with films and books such as “The Last Unicorn” and “The Hobbit”. Leaving a lasting impression of what it felt to be the last of your kind, a dying breed. From Smaug to Amalthea, they were the remaining links to a time quickly being lost to time and mankind’s power and greed.
I wanted to embody that as best as I could. The last of their kind. Alone in a world that has forgotten the magic.
This illustration started out as a completely different piece. Most of my images evolve as I work on them.
I wanted to portray a sense of indifference. Originally, she was a wounded matriarch attempting to save her clutch. In the end, her eggs were destroyed, and she decided to unleash her wrath and seek vengeance.
This illustration started with a dream and has been one of my fastest turnarounds on a piece yet. The bulk of the illustration happened in about two days. Finishing touches took a bit longer.
This is a primal, non-mythical unicorn, part zebra, fjord and przwelski horse. It could have lived, hidden in a remote forest at the furthest edge of the world.